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Long long ago, during a very misogynistic time, there lived a father with the most beautiful and sweet daughter in all the land. When she turned 18, she had four suitors: A prince, a warrior, a farmer, and a sorcerer.
To these suitors the father asked: "Prove to me which one of you is wor...

A long time ago, the fox had a big, bushy tail that was completely red. It was furry and easy to move, which made it a perfect paintbrush. The fox loved to dip his tail into many colors to make rainbow art for the other animals of the forest. First, he would cover his tail thickly with red clay, blu...

Beauty is blind
Unkind and unfeeling
The flower with her poison
Chokes the killer with a knife
So stab my eyes and heal my heart
Let me see red passion
Not thighs and guys and lies
Let me see the gaping innards
Of them, of me, of you...

Sacre bleu: the color of the sky
On the day I came to die.
White was my face and red my blood
Soon to spill, fall, still in the mud.
The metal was ruthless and dropped with a scream.
Face up like flounder, no time for a dream.
Like Robespierre, I saw it coming....

Silver hair, golden. Silver not gray,
Dawn not day, sweet like steel
Cold upon the tongue, a blade of ice.
I see your eye hidden like a wheel
In this cog turning this fast clock.
I count the hours, make them stop.
You blink twice without any blemish.
Yet you say that you’re not finished.
...

Something's not right.
Something's not there.
In this grim morose light,
Life is unfair.
Nothing is wrong.
You just wish times were more thrilling.
The days drag along,
So unfulfilling.
Watching others play and laugh
While you know you can't be there.
Makes you contort ...

There is someone in the world,
Pollen in a bloom unfurled.
There is someone hard to reach,
To the East all pearl and peach,
Maybe West along roads beat,
Or North and South in ice and heat.
How should I know,
I am it,
Victim of this hole a pit.
Counting down with fingers curled,
I winced ...

I paint myself alone,
A dot in the distance,
On my own.
A lonesome scene,
A proud old girl,
Her face grass-green.
Life all dead.
And still unmoving.
Not right, I said.
It needs improving.
So I take off my head,
Add a stump instead.
The dull fat hat,
Swept to the sky
The road unt...

The roller coaster is Mt. Everest high!
Could you ride it on your own?
Others claimed that you would die,
That it was impossible to go alone.
Rushing past with madness,
Contemptful of their scorn
Though you knew it might end in sadness
You took chances you might mourn.
Screeching along ...

A flower is nothing without greenery,
Leaves framing the petals of light.
The moon would not be beautiful scenery,
Without blackness cloaking the white.
Bright red crests of swallows
Stand out from jetty masses of feather.
Animal eyes glowing from tree hollows
Shine wildly under stormy-da...

The morning Sun paints
With colors so quaint
An ivory, cream, fawn
And violet dawn
He tints the air
A rose so pure
Streaked sunbeams flare
Across the azure
Then he fills with light
Swelling at noon
Making day bright
A warm, balmy June
Then the Sun grows weary
Heavy with gray
His ...

I love the blue curtain
The veil over the bride’s face
The broad back of the cloudy sky
With a begrudging love,
For this secondhand wonder
Blots the awesome heavens
Only to stop our world from dropping
Up into the infinite black space
And flaming like a star.
It shields humans fr...

It tastes like my tears the day you died
A vinegar as vile as the words I cried
Something that I had never tried.
Now I savor this favorite meal
It helps me think; it helps me feel
It’s the potion that keeps life real.
Before you complain and give me wine
I’m dining well, I’m doing ...

Dew piles on my brow
As I contemplate the feet below
Waters gnaw at the bone of the world
The hem, the rock that does not move
And the clouds unfold, slip and plop
Driven over the edge goes eye
A million miles of the sky
Slain by a single drop....

inevitably, the day comes
when my packrat odds and ends
spill over with their own weight
my hands sift all the dirt
some grains of sand shuffle
diamonds dash away
try as you might
to push up from this earth,
flowers, it is past your prime
for today, it is time
that I shall part...

The bully, dirty insolent hound,
Tramples daisies to the ground,
Picking at the silent and scared,
Those whose voices never dared.
Their victims can’t bear to try,
They’ll fold up, cry, and maybe die ,
Leaving others to ask why,
Why these children coldly lie.
No more will they shake ...

Space is space
between reality
and fantasy
suspended from
a sheet the ground
the earth an orb
a watery blue eye
until it winks away
no longer in sight
I
buoyed upon an abyss
of a bottomless sea
with only a plane of glass between
me and the mirror
rippling like water
the en...

I have never seen a shooting star
Not even from a place afar.
That is why I nearly died
When I spied
Comets cutting across a fleshy sky,
Dawn white flushed with rosy streaks,
Reflecting Him who to me speaks.
I closed my eyes and clasped my hands
For a wish
But all I got was this....

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